summer then winter

then you die

I asked my daughter if she was happy that summer has arrived. and because she’s 13 and she’s MY daughter, she said:

“summer then winter then summer then winter then you die. so…sure I guess.”

she ate celebratory ice cream anyway, even nihilism takes a break for hot fudge.

my other daughter overheard us. and because she’s 10 and she’s MY daughter, she said:

“but sometimes it’s just right for a little while. like soup at the right temperature with a well weighted spoon.”

she at the ice cream alongside us, even though the spoon was plastic.